As if no cloud could ever rise,

To dim a Heaven so purely bright—
I sigh to think how soon that brow
In grief may lose its every ray,
And that light heart, so joyous now,
Almost forget it once was gay.

II.

For Time will come with all his blights,
The ruin'd hope-the friend unkind—
The love that leaves, where'er it lights,
A chill'd or burning heart behind!
While youth, that now like snow appears,
Ere sullied by the dark'ning rain,
When once 'tis touch'd by sorrow's tears,
Will never shine so bright again!

IF THOU'LT BE MINE.

AIR. The winnowing Sheet.

I.

If thou❜lt be mine, the treasures of air,

Of earth, and sea, shall lie at thy feet;

Whatever in Fancy's eye looks fair,

Or in Hope's sweet music is most sweet,

Shall be ours, if thou wilt be mine, love!

II.

Bright flowers shall bloom wherever we rove,
A voice divine shall talk in each stream,
The stars shall look like worlds of love,
And this earth be all one beautiful dream
In our eyes-if thou wilt be mine, love!

III.

And thoughts, whose source is hidden and high,
Like streams that come from heaven-ward hills,
Shall keep our hearts-like meads, that lie

To be bathed by those eternal rills—
Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love!

IV.

All this and more the Spirit of Love

Can breathe o'er them who feel his spells; That Heaven, which forms his home above, He can make on earth, wherever he dwells, And he will-if thou wilt be mine, love!

TO LADIES' EYES.

AIR.-Fague a Ballagh.

I.

To Ladies' Eyes a round, boy,
We can't refuse, we can't refuse,
Though bright eyes so abound, boy,
'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose.
For thick as stars that lighten

Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers,

The countless eyes that brighten

This earth of ours, this earth of ours.

But fill the cup-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall,

We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

II.

Some looks there are, so holy,

They seem but given, they seem but given,

As splendid beacons solely,

To light to Heaven, to light to Heaven.

While some-oh! ne'er believe them

With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them!)

But fill the cup-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

III.

In some, as in a mirror,

Love seems portray'd, Love seems portray'd,

But shun the flattering error,

'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade.

Himself has fix'd his dwelling

In eyes we know, in eyes we know,

And lips-but this is telling,

So here they go! so here they go!

Fill up, fill up-where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!

FORGET NOT THE FIELD.

AIR.-The Lamentation of Aughrim.

I.

FORGET not the field where they perish'd,
The truest, the last of the brave,

All gone-and the bright hope they cherish'd
Gone with them, and quench'd in their grave!

II.

Oh! could we from death but recover

Those hearts, as they bounded before, In the face of high Heaven to fight over That combat for freedom once more

III.

Could the chain for an instant be riven

Which Tyranny flung round us then,

Oh! 'tis not in Man nor in Heaven,

To let Tyranny bind it again!

IV.

But 'tis past-and, though blazon'd in story
The name of our Victor may be,